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Intro
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Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
Am
How did Camus really die that night?
E Am
Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide?
Am
And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
E Am
We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time.
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am E
Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
Am E
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
F E
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
Am E Am
*Horn Solo*
Am
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
E Am
And I find it gets harder every time.
Am
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
E Am
And sighed: Here’s to Life!
Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am E
Three went down (but only two of them come up again)
Am E
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
F E
I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win
Am C
Hey there Salinger, what did you do?
G Am
Just when the world was looking at you
Am C
To write anything that meant anything,
G Am
You told us you were through
Am C
And it’s been years since you passed away,
G Am
But I see no plaque, and I see no grave
Am C G Am
And I can’t help believing you wanted it that way
Am C
And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?
G Am
You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep
Am C
And who was there to break your fall?
G Am
We’re guilty, one and all
Am C
And I don’t know much, but I do know this:
G Am
With a golden heart comes a rebel fist
Am C G
And every single soldier wasn’t fired;
Some have quit
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am Am G F E
Am E
*Horn Part A*
Am
And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this
E Am
And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did
Am
And K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line
E Am
At suicide, so here’s to life
Am E Am E
*Outro*
